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The Dude vs Bootzilla (Roto-Rooter Reviving Resuscitation)

Posted in Music, P-Funk, Photos on August 29, 2008 by trapperKeeper

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Soo Tired

Posted in life, Music on August 28, 2008 by trapperKeeper

Aaliyah’s “One in a Million” is not an ode to Kels’ manwood ascending like the phoenix, it is much more ordinary than that.  Still it is a nice modern day R & B song. I just really like the guitar. Aaliyah seemed too innocent to be singing of many of the things she sang about but wolves can wear sheep’s clothing.

She was also smart enough to realize the awesomeness of Marvin Gaye.

One of my favorite pieces of vinyl.

Visual Hocus Pocus & Vernucular Jibber Jabber

Posted in Photos on August 28, 2008 by trapperKeeper

Here are a few photos I have taken recently.

strings warming my heart
beeps boops form into patterns
electronic sun

cold for the summer
depending on perspective
hot for the summer

when will the trash come?
overflowing the basket
nowhere to put it

the saddest hour
bird noise morning sunlight null
joyous for vampires

future up in air
no job no home what to do?
future up in the air

got no internet
need to excrete some poo
a bit of relief

uploading into
organizing itunes
takes a lot of time

still up, god knows why?
3 a.m. melancholy
music sweet reprieve

Detroit Soul, Pt. 2

Posted in Detroit, life, Music on August 28, 2008 by trapperKeeper

The original Detroit Soul post was spawned with the intent of showcasing Detroit music and how the environment of Detroit influenced the sounds of the city. My mind wandered while writing, and finding a way to jump back to the original theme was unfeasible. I will attempt to rectify the situation with this post.

Detroit has played a prominent part in the development of modern music. Motown was only the peak of the musical scene in the late 1960s. Always exuding a rawness befitting of an industrial city, in-your-face rock existed alongside the bourgeoisie aspirations of Motown. George Clinton moved Parliament Funkadelic to Detroit during an attempt to become a Motown songwriter. This led to playing shows with MC5, and other rock bands, where Funkadelic discovered what could be accomplished through loud amps. The blues tradition made its’ way up to Detroit with the migration of southern blacks. A fertile jazz, soul, and funk scene existed alongside the rock-n-roll of the 1960-1970s.

Detroit would not make mainstream musical attention until Kid Rock and Eninem blew up, but musical innovation had continued on in Detroit even after the departure of Motown in 1972. Techno was created in Detroit in the 1980s during its’ RoboCop days. Before techno was mainstreamed by Fatboy Slim and Moby, it existed as music of the electronauts of Detroit. Developing alongside Chicago house, Detroit techno was music of the marginalized. Couched in the sounds of assembly line and industrial revolution, techno exemplified the coming technological age and increasing robotization/alienation of humans from work. Detroit has a spirit that cannot be conquered. And the spirit spreads further and further as more and more sons of the D move across the landscape. Just visit and see for yourself. Detroit is a great summertime destination. It is no coincident that so much S.O.U.L. has come out of the D. The atmosphere is soaked in the Funk.

To celebrate my love of the D, which I miss everyday, this will be the first of many posts exposing music of Detroit. I am unsure if anyone not from the D would live in the D, but I will never forget the time I spent there and will be sure to cherish anytime in the future I spend there. Seattle has nothing on the D.

Here are some tracks off of Detroit Soul.

J. Dilla’s “Brazilian Groove”

Detroit Soul

Posted in Detroit, life, Music, P-Funk on August 28, 2008 by trapperKeeper

There is more to physical places and spaces than the natural features of the land and the buildings built upon terra firma. Energy . People are able to detect energy fields , although this ability seems to realized in fewer and fewer of the population. Once a hunter and gatherer, man lived a nomadic lifestyle reliant on whatever was provided by the immediate environment. As man’s tools for taming nature and producing food have evolved, energy and time were freed to pursue other activities. While science fiction predictions of time travel, teleportation, mass space travel, or even flying cars have not yet been realized, technology has altered the world in a way to make it incomprehensible to our past ancestors. Internet, virtual reality, flying in outer space. These are all ideas that would be utter nonsense to the inventor of fire or the wheel.

Nowadays, humans are more connected and plugged in than ever. Humans are also more disconnected to the nature. Children of today spend less and less time outside for many reasons, including video games, the nanny state, and overprotective parents.

Before technology advanced to the point of making mass communication, and therefore mass culture, possible, culture was much more localized. A global culture existed in the sense that people everywhere tried to explain the natural world. Nowadays, the people of the earth are connected in a much greater immediate way through the import and export of physical and cultural goods. While up-n-coming nations race towards first-world luxuries, the earth is drowning in our shit. Funkadelic summed it up nicely on “Biological Speculation.”

Oh, if and when the system
Creates hunger and hate
Then the laws of nature will come and do her thing
Oh, yes, oh!

She does not think
She works by instinct
Survival is her thing

There is a tipping point and it is getting closer everyday.

Belated Parliafunkadelicment Thangday! (Earholin’ Pillagin’ Pioneers)

Posted in Music, P-Funk on August 28, 2008 by trapperKeeper

With the weather unfitting for late August, the Funk is needed more than ever. Funk, like rich, dark hot cocoa, provides warmth for the mind, body, and soul. Space(bass) heater! This Parliafunkadelicment Thangday. Capable of melting Mr. Freeze, Digital Underground championed the fun side of west coast hip hop.

The most famous purveyor of the P-Funk sound, Dr. Dre, certainly embraced the aural aspect of P-Funk. Too $hort was also fond of P-Funk’s riffs, but rapped mostly about pimpin’ and sex. Digital Underground truly embodied the principles of the P-Funk Army. Dr. Dre & Death Row Records packaged P-Funk inspired beats with gangsta rap lyrical and visual content. Thus creating the G-Funk sound. Digital Underground’s embraced more than just the sound aspect of the P-Funk aesthetic.

Mixing samples with musical re-interpolations, Digital Underground’s sound was funky, raw, and live. Inspired by the concepts found in the lyrics and P-Funk album artwork, DU’s raps were filled with P-Funk references, Bootsy-esque puns, pointed commentary, sci-fi concepts, all around hilarity, and praise of the Funk. Sons of the P to the subatomic level, passers of the funkadelictric kool-aid acid tests.

Spreading the unkut Funk, and P-Funk ethos, to a new generation before going under to the castrated funk of G-Funk Army, DU prefigured Outkast’s space-funk hop by several years. Originally a member of the legendary Tommy Boy label, Digital Underground was also responsible for introducing the hip hop world to Tupac Shakur, who would become much more popular than DU ever was and probably ever will be. For example, number of times I have seen Shock G’s image in public (0) vs. number of times for Tupac (much higher than 0). But this has no bearing on the funkiness of Digital Underground.

Other than introducing Tupac, DU is most remembered for the infectious goofy fun of “The Humpty Dance” and futuristic hedonistic sexual paradise realized through the invention of “Sex Packets.” “The Humpty Dance” was Groucho Marx on the crazy wack funky and a chart-topping hit. For about a month, an old school walkman, albeit a nice one with an equalizer, was my sole portable music listening device. Listening to the same few tapes on repeat, one longs for fresh sounds. The only saving grace was having a quality cassettes, including Digital Underground’s The Humpty Dance 12″.

Open up your nostrils. Inhale deep. Funky fresh smells guaranteed to clear congestion. Something stink and I want some. Smell the world through bbq colored olfactory sensory neurons.

People say “Yo, Humpty, you’re really funny lookin'”
that’s all right ’cause I get things cookin’

Sex Packets, released in 1990, was their debut album. Featuring the previously mentioned “The Humpty Dance” and “Sex Packets,” Sex Packets imagines a world where sex has been liberated, vanity vanquished, puritanical somber sobriety subjugated. DU’s message seems to have been heard by the hyphy movement. Is there any difference between Doin’ the Hump and Gettin’ Dumb? Is there a difference between human and animal feces? The former involve convulsing your body like an epileptic, while flies hover around the latter. Everybody’s butt stank! The multitudes of all there is contain Funk, the fundamental element of being.

“Doowutchyalike,” DU’s third single was the song that first exposed DU to the wider world even making its’ way to New York, which was not a small feat in the late 1980s. Sampling “Atomic Dog” and “Flash Light” Digital’s basic libertarian message, of tolerance and acceptance is encapsulated in “Doowutchyalike.”


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Lost in the Collective Unconscious (Found in Collective Effervescence)

Posted in Music, Photos, video on August 19, 2008 by trapperKeeper

Life has hit a turbulent air stream forcing a change in a plans. Despite being between work, life was going well and my living situation was as stable as it can be when one is looking for new work. I figured I would have six more months where I was currently residing to keep working on projects, find work and save money. Now I need to find a new place to live in expensive burgeoning Seattle that will be bus commutable to a new unknown job, and come up with money for deposit and cleaning fees, moving fees, etc. I would really like an August/early September that did not involve moving and finding new work. Anyways, I must trust that it is part of the universe’s plan. It has provided gorgeous crepuscular sunsets.

On top of the dreadful threat of several more weeks sitting on my uncomfortable chair, for it is all I could afford on such meager wages, this Parliafunkadelicment Thangday is the first one in over a month that did not see a bbqfest of roncoesque proportions. Music is always a good remedy for lifting the spirits, so I have included a few tracks that always improve my mood. The next massive Bernie post should appear next week. Not enough time or energy to match last week’s 1600 word outpouring.

Parliafunkadelicment Thangday! Hip Hip Hurray!

Get on up/move your feet/get down like bernie on the One beat those drum skins like you’re pounding some meat/it’s bbq monday and you gotta to eat

if you don’t listen to rap cat you better watch out/just might get a big buford & large fry shoved right down your mouth/rap cat is furry but he isn’t soft don’t mistake him for a pussy or you may pay the cost

Oh I could go for some Checkers, but Seattle is lacking in Checkers. Although I don’t know if Seattle is funky enough for Checkers. The same applies for White Castle out in the Pacific NW. Rap Cat is hilarious. Yes it can be convincingly be argued the character is a stereotype, and the ad campaign offensive. Rap Cat saw some controversy, but that is what Rap Cat lives for. Further elucidation is required on the beloved Rap Cat, who had his life tragically cut short. Here is the video for all to see. Checkers fries are the shit! Try em if you can find em.

Funkadelic’s “The Song Is Familiar” off Let’s Take It To The Stage starts off the music. The lyrics of the song are a bit more poignant due to recent events.

“Funkin’ For Fun” by Parliament off The Clones of Dr. Funkenstein features a Glenn Goins vocal lead. Initially despairing, the song alternates between that tone and a happier groove until midway through the song when viral nature of the happy groove takes over and the unsettledness Glenn sings of is seen in a more positive light than at the beginning.

Glenn Goins was a marvelous musician who unfortunately died in 1978 from Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. His death date just recently passed a few weeks ago. Possessing a soulful, powerful, penetrating voice along with fine guitar chops, he joined P-Funk in the mid-1970s. Goins was a significant contributor appearing on Parliament’s Mothership Connection (1975), The Clones of Dr. Funkenstein (1976), Funkentelechy vs. the Placebo Syndrome, Funkadelic’s Tales of Kidd Funkadelic (1976) and Hardcore Jollies (1976), among other albums. Writing around themes is always easier, so I guess Glenn will be the focus of today’s Parliafunkadelicment Thangday.

Most famous for his impassioned plea for the Mothership to come down during live performances, Glenn was allegedly being groomed to take over for George during live shows to allow George to rest. Impressive as it is on video, seeing the Mothership come down in person during PFunk’s prime had to be bonkers. Time travel is badly needed.

Glenn goes gospel when calling the Mothership for a ride, which can be heard nicely on this cut from Greatest Funkin’ Hits. Glenn has the prominent male lead vocal on the song. Glenn’s vocal from “Mothership Connection” was used by Dr. Dre on “Let Me Ride”.

However, Glenn grew fed up with George’s bad management and left the P-Funk Army into 1977. He started Quazar in 1978. Quazar featured his brother Kevin Goins on guitar and vocals, “Bigfoot” Bailey guested on drums, among other musicians. While recording their first album in 1978, Glenn passed away. His brother finished the album up using many of Glenn’s original vocal and guitar parts. At least Glenn was able to contribute what he was able to during his last days. The self-titled album is an impressive debut album. All about gettin’ down, the grooves are infectious. Realizing the potency of layering vocals and utilizing chants, bouncy bass A party is bound to start up whenever the up-tempo tracks of this album are played. Even the majority of the ballads are well-produced, if a bit saccharine with their crossover appeal.

“Funk with a Capital G” doubles up the bass, guitar, and vocals creating a rhythm so dense it will take many listens to truly hear the song.

“Funk’n’Roll (Dancin’ in the “Funkshine” . At the 1:14 mark a Bootsy mannerism is heard, and the whole song sounds like it has some of the original funkateers playing on it. Rob Clough of The Motherpage is right on when saying this song is channeling “Cholly (Funk Getting Ready to Roll)”. Ignoring the obvious lyrical evidence, the beat and use of handclaps suggest “Cholly”.

On Funkadelic’s “Cholly” off One Nation Under a Groove (1978), the beat at the 3:05 mark when the Bootsy’s leads a wonderful bass line into dropping some bombs while Mike Hampton shreds mixed with the rest of the funknasty is sacrament to devotees of the Funk.

I was strung out on Bach
And Beethoven was my thing
I dug jazz, I dug rock
Anything with a swing
Then I ran into a friend Who told me there was so much more
Find the void that you missed
There is plenty to explore

We want to take you, Cholly, when we go
(You wanna take me?)

And my funk I can’t hide
(I must go with the funk)

With no dirty burgers are being served up on the home front, meat has to be injected into this day in some way. So here is the first McDonald’s ad I promised.

watch out for bluetooth babies!

Keep it Funky!